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Olor Iscanus. A collection of some select poems, and translations, / formerly written by Mr. Henry Vaughan silurist. ; Published by a friend.
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Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
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Trumpets active rage No wounds by bitter hatred made With warm bloud soil'd the shining blade For how could hostile madness arm An age of love to publick harm When Common Justice none withstood Nor sought rewards for spilling bloud O that at length our age would raise Into the temper of those dayes But worst then AEtna's fires debate And Avarice inflame our state Alas who was it that first found Gold hid of purpose under ground That sought out Pearles and div'd to find Such pretious perils for mankind Metrum 6. HE that thirsts for glories prize Thinking that the top of all Let him view th' Expansed skies And the Earths Contracted ball 'T will shame him then the name he wan Fils not the short walk of one man 2. O why vainly strive you then To shake off the bands of Fate Though same through the world of men Should in all tongues your names relate And with proud titles swell that storie The Darke grave scorns your brightest glorie 3. There with Nobles beggers sway And Kings with Commons share one dust What newes of Brutus at this day Or Fabricius the Just Some rude Verse Cut in stone or led Keeps up the names but they are dead 4. So shall you one day past reprieve Lye perhaps without a name But if dead you think to live By this aire of humane fame Know when time stops that posthume breath You must endure a second death Metrum 7. THat the world in constant force Varies her Concordant course That seeds jarring hot and cold Doe the breed perpetuall hold That in his golden Coach the Sun Brings the Rofic day still on That the Moon swayes all those lights Which Helper ushers to dark nights That alternate tydes be sound The Seas ambitious waves to bound Lest o'r the wide Earth without End Their fluid Empire should extend All this frame of things that be Love which rules Heaven Land and Sea Chains keeps orders as we see This if the raines he once cast by All things that now by turns comply Would fall to discord and this frame Which now by sociall faith they tame And comely orders in that fight And jarre of thâ—ngs would perish quite This in a holy league of peace Keeps King and People with Increase And in the sacred nuptiall bands Tyes up chast hearts with willing hands And this keeps firm without all doubt Friends by his bright Instinct found out O happy Nation then were you If love which doth all things subdue That rules the spacious heav'n and brings Plenty and Peace upon his wings Might rule you too and without guile Settle once more this floting Ile Casimirus Lib. 4 Ode 28. ALlmighty Spirit thou that by Set turns and changes from thy high And glorious throne dost here below Rule all and all things dost foreknow Can those blind plots wee here discusse Please thee as thy wise Counsels us When thou thy blessings here dost strow And poure on Earth we flock and flow With Ioyous strife and eager care Strugling which shall have the best share In thy rich gifts just as we see Children about Nuts disagree Some that a Crown have got and foyl'd Break it Another sees it spoil'd E're it is gotten Thus the world Is all to peece-meals cut and hurl'd By factious hands It is a ball Which Fate and force divide 'twixt all The Sons of men But o good God! While these for dust fight and a Clod Grant that poore I may smile and be At rest and perfect peace with thee Casimirus Lib. 2. Ode 8. IT would lesse vex distressed man If Fortune in the same pace ran To ruine him as he did rise But highest states fall in a trice No great Successe held ever long A restless fate afflicts the throng Of Kings and Commons and lesse dayes Serve to destroy them then to raise Good luck smiles once an age but bad Makes Kingdomes in a minute sad And ev'ry houre of life wee drive Hâ—â—â— o're us a Prerogative Then leave by wild Impatience driv'n And rash resents to rayle at heav'n Leave an â—â—â—â—â—â—nly weak complaint That Deâ—â—â—â—â—â— and Fate have no restraint In the same houre hat gave thee breath Thou hadst ordain'd thy houre of death But he loves most who here will buy With a few tears Eternitie Casimirus Lib. 3. Ode 22. LEt not thy youth and false delights Cheat thee of life Those headely flights But wast thy time which posts away Like winds unseen and swift as they Beauty is but meer paint whose die With times breath will dissolve and flye 'T is wax 't is water 't is a glasse It melts breaks and away doth passe 'T is like a Rose which in the dawne The aire with gentle breath doth sawne And whisper too but in the houres Of night is sullied with smart showres Life spent is wish'd for but in vain Nor can past years come back again Happy the Man who in this vale Redeems his time shatting out all Thoughts of the world whose longing Eyes Are ever Pilgrims in the skyes That views his bright home and desires To slaine amongst those glorious fores Casimirus Lyric Lib. 3 Ode 23. 'T Is not rich furniture and gems With Cedar-roofes and ancient stems Nor yet a plenteous lasting floud Of gold that makes man truly good Leave to Inquire in what faire fields A River runs which much gold yeelds Vertue alone is the rich prize Can purchase stars and buy the skies Let others build with Adamant Or pillars of carv'd Marble plant Which rude and rough sometimes did dwell Far under earth and neer to hell But richer much from death releast Shines in the fresh groves of the East The Phoenix or those fish that dwell With silver'd scales in Hiddekel Let others with rare various Pearls Their garments dresse and in forc'd Curls Bind up their locks look big and high And shine in robes of Scarlet-die But in my thoughts more glorious far Those native stars and speckles are Which birds wear or the spots which wee In Leopards dispersed see The harmless sheep with her warm sheet Cloathes man but who his dark heart sees Shall find a wolfe or Fox within That kills the Castor for his skin Vertue alone and nought else can A diffrence make 'twixt beast and man And on her wines above the Spheres To the true light his spirit bears Casimirus Lib. 4. Ode 15. NOthing on Earth nothing at all Can be exempted from the thrall Of peevish weariness The Sun Which our sore-fathers Judg'd to run Clear and unspotted in our dayes Is tax'd with sullen Ecclips'd rayes What ever in the glorious skie Man sees his rash andacious Eye Dares Censure it and in meer spite At distance will condemn the light The wholesome mornings whose beams cleer Those hills our fathers walkt on here Wee fancy not nor the Moons light Which through their windows shin'd at night VVee change the Aire each year and scorn Those Seates in which we first were borne Some nice affected wond'rers
To the River Isca WHen Daphne's Lover here first wore the Dayes Eurotas secret streams heard all his Layes And holy Orpheus Natures busie Child By headlong Hebrus his deep Eymns Compil'd Soft Petrarch thaw'd by Laura's flames did weep On Tybers banks when she prou'd fair cou'd sleep Mosella boasts Ausonius and the Thames Doth murmure SIDNEYS Stella to her streams While Severn sworn with Ioy and sorrow wears Castara's smiles mixt with fair Sabrin's tears Thus Poets like the Nymphs their pleasing themes Haunted the bubling Springs and gliding streams And happy banks whence such fair flowres have sprung But happier those where they have sate and sung Poets like Angels where they once appear Hallow the place and each succeeding year Adds rev'rence to 't such as at length doth give This aged faith That there their Genii live Hence th' Auncients say That from this sickly aire They passe to Regions more refin'd and faire To Meadows strow'd with Lillies and the Rose And shades whose youthfull green no old age knowes Where all in white they walk discourse and Sing Like Bees soft murmurs or a Chiding Spring But Isca whensoe'r those shades I see And thy lov'd Arbours must no more know me When I am layd to rest hard by thy streams And my Sun sets where first it sprang in beams I 'le leave behind me such a large kind light As shall redeem thee from oblivious night And in these vowes which living yet I pay Shed such a Previous and Enduring Ray As shall from age to age thy fair name lead 'Till Rivers leave to run and men to read First may all Bards born after me When I am ashes sing of thee May thy green banks and streams or none Be both their Hill and Helicon May Vocall Groves grow there and all The shades in them Propheticall Where laid men shall more faire truths see Than fictions were of Thessalie May thy gentle Swains like flowres Sweetly spend their Youthfull houres And thy beauteous Nymphs like Doves Be kind and faithfull to their Loves Garlands and Songs and Roundelayes Mild dewie nights and Sun-shine dayes The Turtles voyce Ioy without fear Dwell on thy bosome all the year May the Evet and the Tode Within thy Banks have no abode Nor the wilie winding Snake Her voyage through thy waters make In all thy Iourney to the Main No nitrous Clay nor Brimstone-vein Mixe with thy streams but may they passe Fresh as the aire and cleer as Glasse And where the wandring Chrystal treads Rojes shall kisse and Couple heads The factour-wind from far shall bring The Odours of the Scatter'd Spring And loaden with the rich Aweare Spend it in Spicie whispers there No sullen heals nor flames that are Offensive and Canicular Shine on thy Sands nor pry to see Thy Scalie shading familie But Noones as mild as Hasper's rayes Or the first blushes of fair dayes What gifts more Heav'n or Earth can adde With all those blessings be thou Clad Honour Beautie Faith and Dutie Delight and Truth With Love and Youth Crown all about thee And what ever Fate Impose else-where whether the graver state Or some toy else may those lomd anxious Cares For dead and dying things the Common â—ares And showes of time he'r break thy Peace nor make Thy repos'd Armes to a new warre awake But Freedome safety Ioy and blisse United in one loving kisse Surround thee quite and stile thy borders The Land redeem'd from all disorders The Charnel-house BLesse me what damps are here how stiffe an aire Kelder of mists a second Fiats care Front speece o' th' grave and darkness a Display Of ruin'd man and the disease of day Leane bloudless shamble where I can descrie Fragments of men Rags of Anatomie Corruptions ward-robe the transplantive bed Of mankind and th' Exchequer of the dead How thou arrests my sense how with the sight My winter'd bloud growes stiffe to all delight Torpedo to the Eye whose least glance can Freeze our wild lusts and rescue head-long man Eloquent silence able to Immure An Atheists thoughts and blast an Epicure Were I a Lucian Nature in this dresse Would make me wish a Saviour and Confesse Where are you shoreless thoughts vast tenter'd hope Ambitious dreams Aymes of an Endless scope Whose stretch'd Excesse runs on a string too high And on the rack of self-extension dye Chameleons of state Aire-monging band Whose breath like Gun-powder blowes up a land Come see your dissolution and weigh What a loath'd nothing you shall be one day As th' Elements by Circulation passe From one to th' other and that which first was Is so again so 't is with you The grave And Nature but Complote what the one gave The other takes I think then that in this bed There sleep the Reliques of as proud a head As stern and subtill as your own that hath Perform'd or forc'd as much whose tempest-wrath Hath levell'd Kings with slaves and wisely then Calme these high furies and descend to men Thus Cyrus tam'd the Macedon a tombe Checkt him who thought the world too straight a Room Have I obey'd the Powers of face A beauty able to undoe the Race Of easie man I look but here and strait I am Inform'd the lovely Counterfeit Was but a smoother Clay That famish'd slave Begger'd by wealth who starvea that he may save Brings hither but his sheet Nay th' Ostrich-man That feeds on steele and bullet he that can Outswea his Lordship and reply as tough To a kind word as if his tongue were Buffe Is Chap-faln here wormes without wit or fear Defie him now death hath disarm'd the Bear Thus could I run o'r all the pitteous score Of erring men and having done meet more Their shuffled Wills abortive vain Intents Phautasrick humours perillous Ascents False empty honours traiterous delights And what soe'r a blind Conceit Invites But these and more which the weak vermins swell Are Couch'd in this Accumulative Cell Which I could scatter But the grudging Sun Calls home his beams and warns me to be gone Day leaves me in a double night and I Must bid farewell to my sad library Yet with these notes Henceforth with thought of thee I 'le season all succeeding Iollitie Yet damn not mirth nor think too much is fit Excesse hath no Religion nor wit But should wild bloud swell to a lawless strain On Check from thee shall Channel it again In Amicum foeneratorem THanks mighty Silver I rejoyce to see How I have spoyl'd his thrift by spending thee Now thou art gone he courts my wants with more His Decoy gold and bribes me to restore As lesser lode-stones with the North consent Naturally moving to their Element As bodyes swarm to th' Center and that fire Man stole from heaven to heav'n doth still aspire So this vast crying summe drawes in a lesse And hence this bag more Northward layd I guesse For 't is of Pole-star force and in this sphere Though th'least of many rules the master-bear Prerogative